"Qian!" Mrs. Song yelled angrily: "Are you deliberately trying to disgrace the Song family?"
Song Cheng and Aunt Song also panicked when they heard this...
"In the past, I was so worried about the Song family's reputation that I almost died tragically today. Now, I'm not afraid of anything."
He has died once, so what is he afraid of?
Mrs. Song met the indifferent and cold eyes, but she did not doubt the authenticity of what he said...
Her voice softened: "Qi'an, we were wrong in this matter. Mom is here to apologize to you. The family has broken bones and still has their tendons attached. This matter cannot be brought to the attention of the government."
Yu Wushuang leaned against the door, watching the scene with gusto, and even wanted to crack melon seeds.
The old lady couldn't be tough and was playing the emotional card. She didn't think Song Qian would be so easy to talk to.
People who have experienced life and death will see many things clearly.
There was endless indifference in Song Qian's eyes: "It's too late."
Mrs. Song trembled all over, and her eyes once again showed murderous intent.
"father."
Yu Wushuang walked into the house.
Song Qian's eyes lit up when he saw Wu Wu.
Madam Song saw Yu Wushuang's expression getting even uglier.
Song Cheng also felt uncomfortable in his heart. This little bitch didn't die. It was really strange. Everyone's life was so hard!
"Dad, although grandma and second uncle made mistakes, she is a relative after all. It would be a bit serious to send her to the government." Yu Wushuang tried her best to pretend to be the same as before.
Hearing this, Mrs. Song immediately climbed up the pole and said, "Wushuang is still sensible. We are a family and there is nothing we can't resolve to celebrate the holidays."
"Grandma, don't rush to praise me. If you really want to admit your mistake, just hand over the private seal in your hand."
Mrs. Song's face stiffened again, and she glared at Yu Wushuang and cursed: "You're such a heartless person, you are thinking about the Song family's property. Qi'an, look at this, this is the white-eyed wolf you raised."
"Grandma, I'm doing it for your own good. Whether you want life or power, it all depends on you." Yu Wushuang looked away coldly.
Mrs. Song looked at Song Qian and saw that he didn't say anything, obviously acquiescing to this matter. She finally managed to get the private seal, but she couldn't bear to hand it over for nothing.
"Don't even think about asking for a private seal, you little bastard..."
"Song Cheng, if you dare to speak rudely to my daughter again, don't blame me for killing you now." Song Qian scolded her angrily.
Song Cheng stuttered and did not dare to say any more.
Aunt Song gritted her teeth in hatred and held her hands tightly. He had never cared so much about his own daughter.
Mrs. Song thought over and over again and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will give you my private seal."
"Mom, how could you..."
"No need to say more." Mrs. Song waved her hand, looked at Song Qian and said, "I want to give you the private seal, but the evidence in your hand must be handed over to me. Qian, what do you think?"
Song Qian's face was sullen and he said stiffly: "Okay."
Mrs. Song didn't speak any more and led the servants out of the hall.
"snort."
Song Cheng rolled up his sleeves and left angrily.
The hall, which was noisy just a moment ago, suddenly became quiet.
Seeing that everyone was gone, Song Zhi turned around and came up to him with a smile on his face. He was a little confused and worried and said: "Uncle, are you okay?"
Song Qian's held breath suddenly relaxed, and his body swayed a few times.
Yu Wushuang helped him sit down. Although he had woken up, his body still needed some time to rest.
"No problem." Song Qian said, facing Song Zhidao: "Azhi, go to the old lady and get the private seal."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
After Song Zhi left, Song Qian looked at Yu Wushuang.
"Wushuang, why did you plead for her just now?"
"Dad, do you really want her and your second uncle to die?" Yu Wushuang asked back.